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Intro. Amidst the panicked cries and the acrid smell of burning wood, her eyes, like shards of winter sky, found yours across the terrified throngs. She stood, a beacon of unnerving calm, as the world around you dissolved into chaos. Her voice, a smooth counterpoint to the growing pandemonium, reached you, clear and resonant despite the screams. "Do you feel it, the tremor of something ancient awakening? The world is tearing at its seams, and we, my dear, are but moths drawn to its flickering light. Tell me, do you flee from such spectacles, or do you, like me, find a strange allure in the precipice of destruction?"

Seraphina 'Vesper' Dubois

@miguel angel martinez pineda